Seventy years ago, in the Battle of Molody, 60,000 Crimean cavalry were defeated by more than 20,000 Russian troops armed with arquebuses and some artillery. The decline of the traditional nomadic cavalry in military history has become an irreversible trend.

Now five or six hundred Korqin cavalry, whose fighting qualities are far inferior to those of the perennial Crimean cavalry, are approaching a battalion of musketeers.

All that awaits them is death!

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"Whoosh-" Several deafening explosions sounded one after another in front of the Zheng Army's front. Then a shrill whistling sounded in the ears of the charging Korqin cavalry.

The Zheng artillery blasted out the shotshots first.

The firing range (scatter shells) of these five-pound cannons is not comparable to that of tiger squat cannons, and before the bows and arrows of the Horqin people were fired, small bullets were overwhelmingly shot in first.

The sound of "whooshing ......" continued to ring in his ears, and a triangle iron grazed Grimu's cheek, and he immediately felt a heat on his bearded left cheek.

But Gerimu did not stop the warhorse, but tightened his body as much as possible, eager to hide the whole person behind the horse's neck, although the belly was too big, the strength was really not allowed.

Then, desperately beat the horse and charged.

He is not a rookie who goes to the battlefield for the first time, the firearms of the Han people are very powerful, but after the shot, he has to reload, why not take advantage of this kung fu to quickly rush and kill, and then come back to be bombed?

"Don't stop, don't stop, the Han are right in front of us. Let's rush up and tear them all to shreds, and send them all down to eighteen layers of hell—"

Grimu still shouted loudly at the herdsmen behind him with blood on his face, and always charged at the front.

The guns rang out, but they were not dense, but the Korqin cavalry that was rushing to the front line would have to fall as long as they were hit, and the bloody corpses fell to the ground. But this does not affect the continued charge of the subsequent horsemen, and the Horqin cavalry is not the wall-like modern cavalry of European countries, and the queues between each other should not be too scattered.

Gerimu even laughed happily. His head was already hiding behind the horse's neck, and he couldn't see the specific scene ahead, but as long as he thought about it, he could think of it - Zheng Jun was in chaos, and someone was indiscriminately putting guns.

And the screams of the people and horses around him are also normal, Zheng Jun's guns are sharp.

If the previous Ming army had opened fire from such a distance, it would have been impossible to kill anyone. Zheng Jun can kill people every time, and he deserves to be sharp.

In order to maintain their own image, the Manchu Qing Dynasty's propaganda of Zheng Jun has always highlighted the sharpness of its guns, and it is natural for people like Horqin Mongols who do not know the inside story to ignore Zheng Jun's military quality.

The few Korqin cavalrymen in front of Ge Rimuhao suddenly fell off their horses without even snorting, as if the bones of their bodies had been extracted. Raising his head slightly, through the swinging horsemane, Ge Rimu had clearly seen the Zheng army line about twenty zhang in front of him, and some people were dragging muskets and running backwards.

The musketeers with turtledoves and big turtledoves and turtledoves, after firing, don't they have to quickly get out of the way. But in Ge Rimu's eyes, it was a sign that Zheng Jun was beginning to collapse.

"Kill, kill, kill......"

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer to the front.

Shi Lang stood tall in front of the array with his sword on his waist, looking at the Mongolian cavalry rushing with blazing eyes, even if the latter had already shot down arrows at them, he still had to wait until the Korqin people rushed straight to the front of the formation, and then raised his knife and waved.

"Beep beep ......" is still the sharp suona sound.

"Boom ......" a multi-shot musket and more than 20 tiger squat cannons fired in unison, Ge Rimu felt a shock in his brain, just like a big thunder explosion in his ears, where is this musket sound, this is completely comparable to artillery. And quickly dismount the war horse and slam down, and when he came back to his senses, the others had already been saved to the ground, and their arms and legs were all painful.

But Ge Rimu still used a good arm to support half of his body, and he saw that a large number of corpses of men and horses had spread all over his vision.

"Kill......"

Shi Lang rushed forward with his sword, and the remnants of the Horqin cavalry were annihilated by more than a thousand Zheng army musketeers with bayonets behind him. These people were stunned by this critical attack, and when Zheng Jun came up, they didn't even turn back. When I came back to my senses, it was too late. One by one, the bayonets went straight towards the war horses and the people, so they were not fierce.

In the end, the entire horse team of five or six hundred people, only a few or twenty survived.

Wu Keshan could swallow his fist with his mouth open, Zheng Jun was so terrifying, ...... he definitely didn't expect it.

"Big brother, how is this good?" Sweat was already oozing from Manzhu Xili's forehead.

Bu Mu Bu Tai has a total of four elder brothers, the second brother Chahan died early, and the third brother Sonomu stayed in Horqin, the eldest Wu Keshan and the fourth man Manzhu Xili all came.

Manzhu Xi etiquette on battlefield experience, he is not as good as Wu Keshan. Seeing that Zheng Jun's front was thin before, I thought it was nothing more than that, and with a rush of iron cavalry, it would be easy to win. Who would have thought, who would have thought that Zheng Jun would be so perverted-

Five or six hundred men rushed forward, and only one or twenty returned. This Zheng Jun is really powerful. But Zheng Jun is so powerful, are we going to retreat? Who are we? We are Horqin, the uncle of the Qing Emperor and the maiden family of the Queen Mother. Whoever retreats, we can't retreat. ”

Wu Keshan waved his whip and pointed forward, "This time, let's divide our troops, and you will personally lead a team of people to outflank you from the left." ”

"Badali!" Horqin right-wing central banner prince. In the 11th year of the Mandate of Heaven (1626), he named his father Oba as Tushyetu Khan. In the seventh year of Tiancong (1633), he gave Oba's eldest son Badalijinong the number and attacked the Khan. In the first year of Chongde (1636), Jin Ba Dali was the prince of Zasak and Shuotu Shiyetu, and he was hereditary. "Take someone to copy it from the right loaf."

"I'll personally lead people to the front!"

Wu's tactics are simple, but they're also very practical.

There are many of them, so naturally there is no need to rush in only one direction.

After Zheng Zhilong saw the posture of the Mongols, he glanced at it, and saw that Shi Lang had already commanded his firearms battalion to set up three small hollow square formations, and he couldn't help but smile in his heart.

When he asked someone to manipulate this thing, no one thought it worked. But now, the hollow array is a must-have for musketeers in field defenses.

With a wave of his hand, he transferred a musket battalion over there, and then asked Zhou Yi to lead the horse team to prepare. He didn't believe that the herdsmen in Horqin could still pass the cavalry camp after being baptized with two bullets.

He continued to keep his eyes on the city walls.

He could no longer see the Tartars at the top of the city, and the few cannons that were scattered either collapsed or overturned off the city walls. Gan Hui led people to set up a garrison in front of the city gate, and the follow-up men and horses were transporting a counterweight projection vehicle to the front of the city.

Zheng Zhilong didn't want to use this thing to bombard Shengjing City, the power of this thing was not much worse than artillery, but Zheng Zhilong's men had more light and heavy artillery, and if he wanted to collapse Shengjing, he didn't need these catapults to join in the fun.

He's going to throw fire bombs into Shengjing City.

Zheng Zhilong, who had never thought of fighting the Tartars in Shengjing, now thinks that he is actually setting a fire to Shengjing, and the Tartar country is booming, so why not set the fire in response to the situation.

Now the front of Shengjing City is lively, and a heavy counterweight trebuchet is pushed to the front of the city with the army and civilians, and the carriages are pulling and transporting extra-large wooden bullets back and forth.

The wooden bullets weigh from thirty or forty catties to one hundred and eighty catties. Some are solid, some are hollowed out. The one who has been hollowed out of his stomach is going to stuff something into it. Gunpowder and oil are common things, and the outside is mended with a wooden shell, and then the whole wood is rolled over the oil and ignited and thrown into Shengjing City. The moment you land, don't say how beautiful it is!

"Boom-"

A hollow wooden ball fell on the bluestone pavement of Shengjing South Street with a raging flame, and the outer layer of shells immediately split apart and burst out. A tightly wrapped rattan ball inside was revealed, and the rattan ball had already ignited a fire, igniting the powder packet inside. In this way, a burning vine ball with a bag of medicinal powder inside, it jumped out three or two feet away, and it exploded.

A small mushroom rises from South Street.

That's not all, there are even more disgusting oil bombs called Daishan and Zilharang, once they hit the ground, the oil splashes everywhere. Isn't that just sparks?

If you are lucky, you will be splashed on the ground, but if you are unlucky, you will burn a large number of people, and dozens of people will be contaminated with oil, not to mention how miserable the scene is.

At the edge, if you are lucky, you can extinguish it, and if you are unlucky, you can only die out. Instead of struggling and crying and finally being burned to death, it is better to give yourself a knife first and die a happy death.

Not to mention the fire that burned in the city, this wind fueled the fire, and there was a lot of crying and shouting in Shengjing City.

The most unfortunate was Zilharang, whose palace of Prince Zheng was located in the southwest of Shengjing, near the Little South Gate. The fire bomb was definitely not able to hit it, but the raging flames quickly burned to the edge of the palace, and by the middle of the afternoon, the entire Prince Zheng's mansion had been plunged into a fire.

The angry Zilharang wanted to turn his back on it.

Especially after he found out that Zheng Zhilong had set a fire in Shengjing City, he packed up his soldiers and horses, and looked like he was going to go home, and he was even more angry. With your hard work to kill under Shengjing City, you are going to set fire to my prince's mansion?

Of course, this is a joke. The fire burned a small one-third of the Shengjing city, and the Manchu losses were greater.

And Zheng Zhilong led the troops to retreat at this time because Zheng Zhiguan sent news that Dolgon had asked Duoduo to lead 20,000 troops back to the outside of the pass, and in terms of time, Duoduo's soldiers and horses should have arrived in Jinzhou at this time. Although the rivers in Liaodong are wide, Zheng Zhilong can't take risks, right? If Duoduo chooses to go downstream, where the shipwreck or other tricks block the opening, isn't it Zheng Zhilong who is in trouble.

What's more, this time he went north from the mouth of the Liaohe River, broke Niuzhuang, broke Anshan, broke Liaoyang, and killed all the way to Shengjing.

No matter what the monarchs and ministers of Jinling think, Zheng Zhilong must make this "joint captive" yellow.